The Forgotten Desert V

"Beautiful."

When hearing this, Ying faced Yang and tilted her head. She lifted her left eye brow as if questioning his statement, which caused him to blush. The word had left him unconsciously and now he cursed his stupid mouth. To distract himself he quickly sat up and rushed to loosen his bear pelt from the backpack.

Seeing Yang's flustered state, Ying decided not to pursue it any further even though she found it amusing. Instead she lent him a hand, since he was quite clumsy.

The Ice God was just going to wrap her pelt around her body when the Fire God gathered enough courage to articulate his opinion.

"You know, or I think you know, uhm, that it would be more thermal efficient if we" He wetted his dry lips before continuing.

"If we slept together..." The last words were almost inaudible.

Yang glanced at the woman beside him and saw no visible change in her expression. As always, she was cool as a cucumber. This apathetic behavior of hers had more then once ignited his rage. He wanted to feel acknowledged, which she seldom did.

Now, he felt afraid and abashed instead. His pulse increased by some unknown reason and he started to breath deeper. What if she thought he was a pervert who wanted to take advantage of her?

The unfortunate truth was that his question really did arose some suspicion in the Ice God. Her evaluation of the Fire God had always been that of a stupid and rash idiot with too much arrogance. Because of his talent in Fire magic, his self esteem had no boundaries. But as they said in the Beast Realm: "Pride goes before a fall".

With all their previous meetings as examples, it was truly hard for her to believe that he would think of something intelligent. Thus she couldn't help but suspect that he had ulterior motives.

Ying flexed her knees and steadied her left elbow on them. She then cupped her cheek with the left hand and stared intently at the young man beside her.

"Oh? So do you want to do it with or without the clothes on?"